Song Stories

Well, now what can a poor boy do Except to sing for a rock and roll band? 'Cause in sleepy London Town There's just no place for street fighting man, no

You could have a steam train If you'd just lay down your tracks You could have an aeroplane flying If you bring your blue sky back

Beetlebum What you done? She's a gun Now what you done, beetlebum?

Oh, baby, won't you let me in? My mind is saying sink or swim

Come on, Harry, we wanna say goodnight to you

Just to have some dreaming Dreaming is free

I put a taqueria on the roof, it was well reviewed Four stars out of five And that's unheard of

And I'm not the kind that likes to tell you Just what I want to do I'm not the kind that needs to tell you

Oh, the queen of peace Always does her best to please

Destined to be, lonely old me Whoops-a-daisy, I thought I was happy, oh

Keep on chasing down that rainbow You'll never know what you might find

I remember T-shirt weather I remember some days We were singing our lungs out in the backseat together